Chapters (80)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Melissa Hill and published by HQ:
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Keep Reading
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- About the Publisher
Twelve weeks since the injury and he was still reliving that godawful game almost every waking moment. Hell, not even every waking moment. He’d dreamed about it again last night, and it was so real, it was as if it was happening all over again. But no matter how much Ward hoped the dream would change, it always ended the same way.
Failure.
Bernie sat forward. ‘OK, I came here today to run something by you, but now with this … additional development, I don’t think there’s a choice involved. ‘Management’s … not thrilled.’
‘I’m not thrilled either, Bernie. But I didn’t ask for a busted knee to keep me off the team for three months.’
And possibly more now, thanks to that goddamned fall.
‘It’s not just your absence – it’s what’s been going on during that absence too. The board is … concerned.’
Ward sat forward, his eyes wary.
‘Bernie, if there’s one thing you and I both agree on it’s that you never have to toss me a rainbow when you want to give me a hand grenade. There is nobody out there truly concerned about Ward McKenzie – other than you and Coach Lewis.’
‘About your reputation, I mean.’
‘My reputation? I’ve been sitting on the sidelines, bored out of my mind. OK, so I admit I might’ve been going a little overboard on some fun stuff, but it’s no big deal.’
Bernie looked pained when he said, ‘Like that time you had Johnny push you in a wheelchair through Times Square at three in the morning, the two of you half-naked and pumped up on booze and painkillers?’
Ward burst out laughing at the memory of that wild night. ‘He was Forrest and I was Lieutenant Dan.’
‘Doesn’t matter. You can’t do that stuff, make fun of disabled people, I mean.’
‘What the hell, Bernie?’ he said, incredulous. ‘They’re characters … from a movie. What, so even made-up people are getting offended now? And hey, I was using that chair for a while too, and I’m not getting all up on my high horse about it.’
The world truly had gone crazy.
‘I hear you, but that’s how it came across online. And there are way too many examples of similar stuff you’ve done over the years. While once upon a time, your little … stunts were sort of overlooked, the world’s changed, plus you’re older now and supposed to be more mature. A good influence. Fact is, if you want to get back on the ice and keep playing for the Panthers at this stage of your career, you’re going to have to make some changes.’ Bernie peered at him. ‘And maybe use a razor now and again and get a haircut. You look like shit.’